Short Mumblings Poems
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And yet again
It's 3am
Before I crawl to bed,
my eyelids drag
Like airport bags,
My limbs have turned to lead
Again so late
And no dream state,
I'm sure that it must be
Since I've run out
Of wool to count,
The sheep are counting me.
tone-deaf
unintelligible
mumblings
escape into the air
like nails spreading
across a chalkboard
causing confused
expressions to spread
across the faces of those
around
break out in an all out
two left footed choreography
the look at me look at me
show has begun
Mutters in the corner,
Halfheard mumblings of conversations,
Uninteresting lives. Dull.
Smoke from tabs mixing with
Cold breath, dancing their escape.
Staring.
Dreaming.
Slate grey walls holding up a shanty roof.
Rain falls, pitter pat
Random thoughts.
Huddle together - apart.
Currently homebound.
Soon to be housebound.
Joyful ramblings.
Sleepy mumblings.
Traveling by car.
Scars still settling.
My therapist is awaiting me.
Someday, the trauma will be worthwhile…
For now, let’s celebrate!
Someday I will remember…
But today I am homebound.
Like a 70-year-old bow-legged harlot, jealousy never ages well.
Every year the mascara is painted on thicker.
Every year, less of that peacock strut
Every year, more pigeon steps.
No more virgin revelations.
Only clownish mumblings from the pen...
A discarded dried-up turd to the bitter end.
I wonder if I’m an empath.
I wonder if I’ve ascended.
I feel like wandering into a wall.
I wish my random mumblings-
Would translate to the screams that they are.
I am numb to my family’s calls.
Every time she says goodbye and goodnight…
I hope she is having a good night without me.
A lecherous neophyte he preyed
upon their folded hands and closed eyes
bathed in their dolorous mumblings
sated himself on their penitential inhibition
Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift
drowning in his vitriolic bombast
a hard burning scent of incense
left to smolder in their souls
for Providence had delivered them - to him
©6/16/2019
Eight word free verse challenge Poetry Contest
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When I play you my song
I want you to sing along
And take in each word
With my thoughts that have occurred
What would you do
If it speaks to you so true
Do you shed a tear
Or be comforted when you hear
Is it your take on every word
That does not seem absurd
Do I speak for you in your heart
Or spark an idea from the start
Stand up and be counted I say
For the words will forever stay
In the end I want you to hear
It’s why I say them to you so clear.
© Paul Warren Poetry